Reimagining - FLCL: Progressive, Part II by Evilgidgit, literature
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Reimagining - FLCL: Progressive, Part II
Welcome to part two of my reimagning of FLCL: Progressive.
Episode Seven: Too Much Love Will Kill You
The episode starts with a flashback, jumping back twenty years to show what happened to Mamimi after the events of FLCL. Finally realising she needed to grow up and let go of both Tasuku and Naota, Mamimi graduated high school, and left Mabase with little fanfare, saying “So long, Naota,” upon leaving. In a montage, we see her grow up and a pursue an often dangerous, frivolous career as a freelance photographer and journalist. Mamimi is also seen in many, many relationships, with both boys and girls. And, yet, she constantly tra
Review - FLCL Progressive by Evilgidgit, literature
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Review - FLCL Progressive
We are in an age of beleaguered sequels. The new Star Wars trilogy, Blade Runner 2049, and The Incredibles 2 have all been long anticipated, and waited for even longer. Anime seems to be following this trend too, reviving some nostalgic properties for new audiences. Amongst them is FLCL, which I have previously written a six-part analysis about. Last year, it was announced that the popular, wacky sci-fi series would gain two new seasons: FLCL Progressive, and FLCL Alternative. Progressive, a direct sequel to the first season, was released for the summer. But, removing the nostalgia goggles, Progressive does not live up to its own hype.
This
'The Scar Whispers...' the pillows English Lyrics by Inumaru-Bara, literature
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'The Scar Whispers...' the pillows English Lyrics
Song: "傷跡の囁き誰もいないパラダイス"/"Kizuato no Sasayaki Daremo nai Paradaisu"/"The Scar Whispers; No One is in Paradise"
Artist: the pillows
Album: "Penalty Life" (2003)
Format:
[Japanese]
[Rōmaji]
[English Translation]
それは寒い冬の日の朝
Sore wa samui fuyu no hi no asa
That was a cold winter morning.
僕のため息は手紙になって
Boku no tameiki wa tegami ni natte
My sigh became a letter
キミの
I think I might be tired,
But I don’t want to sleep,
I think I’ll listen to some music,
And dance to the beat,
Of some punk rock band,
That my parents can’t stand,
And words they can’t comprehend,
So, they just nod and pretend,
Still feeling kinda sleepy,
Don’t wanna close my eyes,
So, I’ll play some Call Of Duty,
And believe all the lies,
That everyone tells me,
About school, the news and even D.C,
How are we free,
If we keep letting them take our liberties,
The best that I can do now,
Is just lie here in bed,
I think I’ll browse through my tablet,
Or read comic books instead,
I think about her